Man Alive! Chapter 4: The Greatest Invention in the History of Humanity

Here’s the post that kicked it all off. This is chapter 4 of 12, to give interested readers the chance to take on the free ebook chapter by chapter over the weekend, debate it amongst themselves, or even challenge the author who’s keeping tabs.

Chapter 4. The greatest invention in the history of humanity.

That chapter heading is really just a tease. What’s the most important invention ever devised by the mind of man?

Fathertongue, of course. All other inventions flow from it. Without it, we are badly-adapted hairless apes, ultimately doomed to an ignominious extinction. With it, human beings danced on the Moon.

In the last chapter, I raised the idea of your being stranded on a desert island. That’s a hugely unlikely scenario, but it’s interesting to think about because everything that is true of you, as a type of entity, is true of you in isolation. You’re in this all alone, recall, and there is no factual statement that we can make about your nature as a human being that is not true of you even – especially! – when you are isolated from all other people.

In later chapters, we will take up the implications of your fundamental ontological solitude. For now I want to focus on the existential solitude of being stranded. Is there anyone for you to talk to? To cuddle up to? To fight against or to make love with? No. You possess everything you were able to recover from your plane crash or your shipwreck, but there is no one else with you, and anything else you might want you will have to provide for yourself – if you can – or else do without.

But cheer up, Bunkie! You don’t have a knife, but you know that knives exist, and you can apply yourself to making one. It may turn out to be a crude thing compared to the knives you can buy in a store, but close enough is good enough. You don’t have a calendar to keep track of time, but you can easily make one with stones or sticks. With but a few exceptions, you don’t have any of the artifacts we take for granted in Western Civilization, but you have owned a great many of those tools and toys in your time, and you can recreate some of them as you wait to be rescued. You are poor in practical technology, but you are infinitely rich in technological knowledge.

Why is that so? Because of Fathertongue. We stand on the shoulders of giants. To say the truth, mostly we lounge on the shoulders of giants, but even the least and the laziest of us carries within his mind vast stores of accumulated human knowledge. You may not know how to make everything you have ever owned or used or seen or heard about, but you know that those things exist, and you know what purposes they are intended to serve. Even if you are an electrical engineer by trade, you will not be able to make a computer, but you can craft a make-shift abacus with hand-spun twine and dried berries. Lo-tech don’t mean no-tech.

That’s a wondrous thing, that you know so much, at least in a general way, that you did not have to discover on your own. You may not need it every day of your isolation, but you know a ton of math, enough to keep yourself busy – and enough to triangulate on the stars, perhaps, to determine your approximate location. You know dozens of songs and poems to keep yourself amused as you pass the time, and, if you are very clever, you may be able to craft the tools needed to keep a journal. You know how to build a shelter for yourself, and how to plant a garden. You may not lead a prosperous life, stuck there all alone, but you know a lot about how to provide for yourself.

Are you gloating now at all those philosophers, theologians, academics, artists, journalists and other so-called “thought leaders” who have told you all your life how insignificant your mind is, how incompetent it is to solve the problem of survival? Gloat away, but do recall that virtually everything you know about the world outside your mind was discovered by someone else, and you know all of these amazing things not because you abstracted them yourself but because you were lucky enough to absorb them in the concentrated form of Fathertongue.

So let’s complicate the scenario just a little bit. Suppose you incurred a head injury in the catastrophe that led to your being stranded. You are alive, hale and healthy, but you have suffered a complete amnesia of everything you ever learned in Fathertongue. You know how to walk and how to eliminate bodily wastes without soiling yourself, because you mastered those skills while you were still a toddler, before you had learned to think in Fathertongue. You know how to babble in vocal signals that usually produce results – but there is no one to babble to. You know how to sit and play until you get hungry, and you know how to feed yourself – once someone has put a plate of food in front of you.

Actual amnesia does not work this way, of course, but how do you think you would you fare, as an over-sized toddler on a desert island? Would you be able to provide yourself with food and shelter and amusements? Would you be able to document your experience, either to share with others when you are rescued, or at least to leave behind you as a record if rescue should come too late? Would you be phlegmatic about your fate, meeting each new challenge with grit and determination? Or would you just bawl yourself into a state of lathered exhaustion and then perish in a few hours or a few days from dehydration or starvation?

Now take a moment to consider the life of the man who may have been the greatest genius who ever lived, the man who invented Fathertongue – and managed to hang onto it for the rest of us.

We are ascended from brachiators, from tree-swinging apes who fed themselves on leaves. For some reason – drought or disease or wildfires – the leaf supply of our genetic forebears dried up, and they were thrust out onto the savannah with no in-born means of survival. Any other species would have gone extinct, but somehow the hominids who ultimately became Homo sapiens managed to survive. Was their salvation Fathertongue or simply better and better mammalian pattern-matching – or did the one lead to the other?

It is plausible to me that Fathertongue was invented again and again when our species was young. At first, it might have just been one nascent human being at a time, recognizing a commonality among the patterns he and his companions relied on for their survival. Those brief flickerings of the flame of reason could have been blown out again and again. Fathertongue is thinking first, and these brilliant individuals might not have figured out how to communicate the concepts they had discovered.

But then by an effort of emphatic demonstration, one of them might have worked out how to share his knowledge with his mate or his child or his friend. But even then, life might have been so hard that the light of the mind might have been extinguished with the deaths of those few individuals – perhaps dozens of times. At some point, though, some of our hominid ancestors got to be so good at transmitting Fathertongue to one another that it was able to survive from one generation to the next, to be spread to other people and to other lands. But who can know how many times Fathertongue had to be invented before human beings could survive and thrive on the Earth?

I am writing a survival manual for the human mind for two reasons:

First, I want for you to learn how to live up to all those astounding geniuses who strode the Earth before you, starting with the unknown giant of a man who passed Fathertongue down to you, by concatenation, one mind at a time, all the way from the misty depths of antiquity. I want for you to learn to love your mind as he did his, and I want for you to learn how to defend the gift of mind from all of its many determined enemies.

And second, I want to make sure that the flame of reason is never blown out again. We have been fools, and we have entrusted our minds to villains. This was a grievous error, and we will suffer, for a while, for our sins and our mistakes. But we were born not to swing from trees and not to grub around on the veldt, not to bawl away our lives until we starve in Squalor, not to grovel, not to beg and not to perish. We were born to thrive as no creature before us has ever managed to thrive – in comfort, in style and in Splendor. Fathertongue is how we do that, and if it is not worth fighting for, then nothing is.

Comments

Greg, damn that was funny! More of that dry humor please
ELMM, no, the book itself isn’t about that, though yes, it can be seen as compatible…I think (I’m sure it’s compatible with other ideas too…)
This chapter certainly is not about this, it seems more of an “introduction/statement of motives/call to arms” for ‘fathertongue’ and the rest of the book. Am I reading that correctly Greg?

> it seems more of an “introduction/statement of motives/call to arms” for ‘fathertongue’ and the rest of the book. Am I reading that correctly Greg?

We’re building an argument, concept by concept, ultimately defending the idea of the pursuit of Splendor as the cardinal human virtue. One way of reading Man Alive! is as a language lesson: I am teaching you my vocabulary so I can talk about my style of thinking without having to redefine terms again and again. Too much of what I have written in the past depends on un- and in- words — negations of common (in my opinion erroneous) ideas. That’s confusing, but it’s also displeasing to me: The negation of vice is not virtue, and virtue should not have to go out in borrowed clothes, anyway.

FWIW, the big-O Objectivists hate me. I deal with them, without rancor and without naming names, in Chapter 6.

I’m curious if there are people out there who disagree with you Greg, I’m enjoying the hell out of your book and recommending it to all my friends. You and Richard are the people who most closely resemble the way that I think. I’ve been skipping ahead of Richard’s posts and rereading as he updates every Sunday. I enjoy your delivery as well as your content. Thanks Richard for putting this out there.

> You and Richard are the people who most closely resemble the way that I think.

Plausibly, a lot of people could react to Man Alive! by saying, “Yeah, so.” Many libertarians share in my style of thinking, as do others who have, for one reason or another, found themselves well outside the mainstream. My goal in writing the book was to show people who have, until now, trusted other people to do their thinking for them why thinking and acting in consonance with their true nature as human beings will enable them to achieve their values. In other words, is intellectual independence a fated condition, or can it be taught and learned?

I love your name, Stark Brandstone. Ayn Rand could have come up with that appellation!

Greg, I had given up on changing peoples minds. I never got anywhere. I see now that this was because someone else was doing their thinking. Your argument, no matter how rational and well thought out falls on literally deaf ears because the listener has never been taught to think, just recite.

I may not be able to get everyone I interact with to become a thinker, but look how far humanity has come with only a small percentage thus far! What might be possible if they merely doubled?

> Your argument, no matter how rational and well thought out falls on literally deaf ears because the listener has never been taught to think, just recite.

Possibly. But the target audience is people in pain who want to know why they’re in pain. Some are waking up now. With luck, enough will change their thinking before they have to smuggle Man Alive! around as samizdat. If the mind is what I say it is, then people can change, and the questions then are who and how soon. That’s why passing the book along to the people you love — or wish you could love! — will help.

> What might be possible if they merely doubled?

Damn straight. And then what happens when the doubling doubles? At selfadoration.com, I devote a lot of attention to the nascent on-line education industry, because it holds such wonderful portent for the accumulation of human capital. And note, too, that in places like India and China, Western ideas are on the ascendancy. A couple billion hungry young minds are about to change all of our lives…

“And note, too, that in places like India and China, Western ideas are on the ascendancy. A couple billion hungry young minds are about to change all of our lives…”

Some days, I think this sort of thing is the most unrecognized potential and when I do, all the talking heads of TEEVEE look as screeching chimps in trees to me.

Back in 1990, before I began writing I used to pen long essays to friends and family–pen & ink, still. I did have an idea for a novel and it was along these lines roughly. What would have happened when the wall cam down had Russia et al, basically become another American revolution? It didn’t materialize, of course, but the base idea is that it’s likely to happen sometime because we will always be human beings.

Check. India is home to a billion people, most of whom speak English, many as their first language. There are another billion English speakers in China. The internet is there for all of them, and whatever adults say in public about religion, politics or tradition, every parent wants his own kids to get ahead. Free on-line universities like Udacity.com and the Khan Academy will change the world completely in two decades, maybe less. The West might be imploding for now, but the East is moving West as quickly as it can.

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